voice test ☀ kamui shirou

[shinkens]

honestly, he's just awkward and bad at socializing;

[today, sits a small teenage boy, with a bento full of cream croquettes. far, far too many for him to eat.

it's probably sweet that his friends worry about his appetite enough that they make him way more food than he can possibly eat, but seriously. it's too much food. so when someone else approaches the bench he's sitting on, he kind of just... awkwardly reaches out, as if to grab their attention.]

Oh. Well— Uh.

[he didn't think this through, and he's kind of fumbling on his words here. he's never done this before, okay! usually he has someone around who just butts in for his sake or keiichi, who... is rather boisterous about these things.

help.... he needs help.]

if nobody's bleeding, it's not x;

[you probably felt a rumble in the streets of tokyo just a little while ago. an earthquake? it sure seemed to feel like that, but despite a rupture or two in the pavement, it doesn't seem like there's any damage. nobody appears to be hurt, and people are carrying on with their lives, only mildly shaken by what seemed like something that could have really hurt people.

huh.

isn't that strange?

except there does seem to be victim here. a young boy, one who appears to be in high school based on his attire—definitely a uniform, clad in dark slacks and a white button-down shirt. except that the white shirt is covered in blood, pooling at his torso, and he's all scraped up—even his cheek bears a mark that looks too clean a slice to have been from earthquake debris. which there is none of.

either way, he probably needs help because he's letting out a sound and kind of. crumpling to the ground. this is probably an issue.]

it's also not x if kamui isn't crying, tbh;

[over and over, he's been reminded that he has to keep going forward. if he wants to realize his wish, he can't get lost in his own grieving. he said he wouldn't do that. he acknowledged so wholly that tragedies would happen, that bad things would befall others he cared about if he kept pursuing it, and even still, he hasn't given up.

but he's not always cut out for that mentality, especially with all of the horrors he keeps being forced to see. he needs a release every once in a while, and while sitting outside on a brilliantly sunny day, in a park near to the person he was visiting... he's...

crying?

so it seems, with head dipped and wetness on his cheeks, and he's just murmuring to himself:]

This... is my fault, too...

[it's probably not his fault as much as he's blaming himself, but it's fine. maybe someone can snap him out of it.]

wild card;

[make up your own scenario or bully me into making one up, it's fine. i have no idea what i'm doing??? i need help???]

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[shinkens]

Ah—

[right! introductions! he almost seems to be a bit flustered at that, despite himself.]

Shirou... Kamui. [he bows his head a bit, and then... almost politely, but not quite (where did those honorifics go, we just don't know):] Nice to meet you... Yamagishi.

[inquisitively]

It's nice to meet you too, Shirou-kun. [ IT'S FINE SHE HAS THE HONORIFICS AT THE READY. ]

... Even if it was a little unexpected, but I think most meetings are.